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Mas mabuti pang ilibing
Kaysa maligaw
Mas mabuti pa nakikita ang sarili sa ilalim
Kaysa hindi makita ang sarili kahit kailan
Oo nga't ako ang naghukay ng lupa,
Ako itong kusang pumasok.
Ako ang naglibing sa sarili ko.
Ngunit sinipa mo ako paloob.
Tinabunan mo ng lupang mas marami pa kaysa nararapat.
Sila itong nagpatong ng limang malalaking bato.
Paniguradong wala na akong aahunan.
Paniguradong hindi na ako makakabangon s apagkakamatay.
Hindi pa napanatag at may ahas na pinagpilitan.
Ipasok, gumapang, pinagsiksikan.
Tinabihan ako, hinalikan
Inikot ang ulo at dahan dahang pinalibutan ang aking leeg.
Hindi ako lumalaban, hindi ako pumalag.
Hanggang kailan niyo papatayin ang namatay na?
Hanggang kailan niyo didiligan ng dugo ang lupang basa?
Hanggang kailan ako mamamatay?


**Svelte Rogue
This is the Tagalog version of my first chavacano poem entitled Entumecido.
K R W Jun 2015
In movies you see there is a person, Emerged in water,
Surrounded by darkness and Captivated by the silence.
You see they're drowning,
You can hear them
Desperately
Taking their last and final breath
But are greeted by water instead of oxygen.
You know they're dying
And so do they.
But in a miraculous change of events
A hand comes down to save them
Or they're awoken from their nightmare.
This is my situation.
I'm emerged in life,
Surrounded by hate
And captivated by the sadness.
I can see I'm not getting better.
I can feel myself
Desperately looking for my happiness.  Instead I'm greeted by loneliness.
I know I'm dying,
So does everyone else.
But this is reality; not a movie.
There are no miracles.
No ones going to reach out their hand and save me,
I'm a life not worth saving.
How can I wake up from a nightmare When my life is one?
                                                      ( K R W)

— The End —